Friday, February 27, 2009
The Game Ft. Mr. 32 Bars - L.A.X. Files [ Mr32BarsRmx ] (ALLVERSES)
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Ron Browz - Pop Champagne [ Mr32BarsRmx ]
We need more Vod till em hurry up,
Tell them no stoppin or pulla trigger,
Gimme 32 bars and ya know imma spit it out,
Know its me when you see the clown in ya bubble,
Spit it out faster sound like imma be speaking double,
On my Trick,
On my Dick,
Everythin she sucked it up,
Drinkin bottles dont need a clique,
I aint be a bitchass snitch like Officer Rick...Y!
Tell them no stoppin or pulla trigger,
Gimme 32 bars and ya know imma spit it out,
Know its me when you see the clown in ya bubble,
Spit it out faster sound like imma be speaking double,
On my Trick,
On my Dick,
Everythin she sucked it up,
Drinkin bottles dont need a clique,
I aint be a bitchass snitch like Officer Rick...Y!
Hot Stylz Ft. Yung Joc - Lookin' Boy [ Mr32BarsRmx ]
Pussy lookin boy, You blow lookin boy,
Gay dick on your lips lookin boy,
You broke lookin boy, i hope you pay me, Shoot lookin boy,
T-Pain fake ass dreads lookin boy,
Queer booty shorts wearin lookin boy,
You slow lookin boy, M.I.A. paper planes lookin boy,
Chewin on dickies then wear it lookin boy,
Rub it with Hanes thong lookin boy,
Getchya IIIICKKYY! Lil wayne shot in ya neck lookin boy,
Little erection Viagra lookin boy,
You in house L Cool J lookin boy,
Getcha Ho Mama! Ho Mama! 2 cent pennysaver lookin boy
[Hook: x4]
Point Em' Out
Get Em'
Gay dick on your lips lookin boy,
You broke lookin boy, i hope you pay me, Shoot lookin boy,
T-Pain fake ass dreads lookin boy,
Queer booty shorts wearin lookin boy,
You slow lookin boy, M.I.A. paper planes lookin boy,
Chewin on dickies then wear it lookin boy,
Rub it with Hanes thong lookin boy,
Getchya IIIICKKYY! Lil wayne shot in ya neck lookin boy,
Little erection Viagra lookin boy,
You in house L Cool J lookin boy,
Getcha Ho Mama! Ho Mama! 2 cent pennysaver lookin boy
[Hook: x4]
Point Em' Out
Get Em'
Jamie Foxx - Blame It [ Mr32BarsRmx ]
She tell me what she want ( want want ), But she know she hot air and imma cold front,Cause girly know im drunk, so she give me a Pimp Cup to get crunk,I aint sayin what i finna do, she already know im finna rippin her insides like a se-eh-ex, girl her i cum now,
She know she kinkin, go sip a drinkin,Here for weekend, thinkin, wonder were we be if I press fastfoward,Just another shot if you drown call me Mr. CPR,Fill my drop down, Mr. Down Drown Drown,I never cared wow, I was aware of how fine but how drunk she was before i passed out in, passed out in,
Blame it on Hypnatiq, gotcha feelin ecstatic,Blame it on the dro, gotcha gettin low,Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol, blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol,Blame it on the Tikal, Blame it on the Xellenie,Blame it on me, Best needa Genie,Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol, blame it on the ah-ah ah-ah ah-al-co-hol
She know she kinkin, go sip a drinkin,Here for weekend, thinkin, wonder were we be if I press fastfoward,Just another shot if you drown call me Mr. CPR,Fill my drop down, Mr. Down Drown Drown,I never cared wow, I was aware of how fine but how drunk she was before i passed out in, passed out in,
Blame it on Hypnatiq, gotcha feelin ecstatic,Blame it on the dro, gotcha gettin low,Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol, blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol,Blame it on the Tikal, Blame it on the Xellenie,Blame it on me, Best needa Genie,Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol, blame it on the ah-ah ah-ah ah-al-co-hol
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Swagga Like Us [ Mr. 32 Bars Rmx ]
Swagga likeChaMilli,
Swagga rockin like A Milli,
My own style a swag,
So fresh like brown paper bag,
Always got that white flag,
So fast it ends like a drag,
I'm the pope, y'all just the citizens,
Prayers that we have to answer,
Like a hunter, i got answers like fur,
My lyrics is a gunshot, that mean forever,
So you want me to tell you huh?
My swagger a iron dagger,
Every time i step on the stage, i obliterate ya,
Why you ask me for, why you need to know?
Cause i got a hole on my hand were my pencil be na na na...
My mom is an asshole so that makes me the shit!
Na na na na na...
Im so fly imma plane, M.O.E. me over everythang...
No on the corner have swagger like us,
Swagger like us, Swagger swagger like us.
No on the corner have swagger like us,
Swagger like us, Swagger swagger like us.
No on the corner have swagger like us,
Swagger like us, Swagger swagger like us.
No on the corner have swagger like us,
Swagger like us, Swagger swagger like us
Swagga rockin like A Milli,
My own style a swag,
So fresh like brown paper bag,
Always got that white flag,
So fast it ends like a drag,
I'm the pope, y'all just the citizens,
Prayers that we have to answer,
Like a hunter, i got answers like fur,
My lyrics is a gunshot, that mean forever,
So you want me to tell you huh?
My swagger a iron dagger,
Every time i step on the stage, i obliterate ya,
Why you ask me for, why you need to know?
Cause i got a hole on my hand were my pencil be na na na...
My mom is an asshole so that makes me the shit!
Na na na na na...
Im so fly imma plane, M.O.E. me over everythang...
No on the corner have swagger like us,
Swagger like us, Swagger swagger like us.
No on the corner have swagger like us,
Swagger like us, Swagger swagger like us.
No on the corner have swagger like us,
Swagger like us, Swagger swagger like us.
No on the corner have swagger like us,
Swagger like us, Swagger swagger like us
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Mr. 32 Bars - 32 Bars Of Death [ This Nicca Str8 FiREE! ]
I run this shit like Slim Thugga,
I'm so deep that she dug me and i dugher,
I put on for my city like Yeezy Jeezy,
But i go down the streets blasting Weezy,
I fuk like a pornstar when i ask for a rubs,
But under my toyota lay 22 dub's,
I've never been a gangbanger,
But I always got my jacket so consider me a coat hanger,
I consider company your sista and ya mama,
I'm the prez of the rap game like Barack Obama,
Imma bust ya up give ya head trauma,
Ive put up with ya shit im done with ya drama,
Rap Idol be Cory Gunz,
Machine guns cant spit as fast as he spit punz,
Fastest spitta is The Tongue Twista Twist,
Lyrics so fast he can spit 300 words as you slit ya wrist,
Got that cool yet so hot ass,
Think im rich but cant afford brass,
I share my lyrics with the world tryna make myself rich,
I keep makin paper cuz im a copy machine bitch,
Fuk with me and ill leave with more then a hundred stitch,
And FUCK YOU 50 you aint nuttin but a snitch,
I'm a pain like an itch ya cant scratch,
And im clingy like a latch,
Im easily rippin' defensivly grippin'
My pistol ya n*ggaz be trowlin and wantin
Im poppin' and lockin' and neva jocked no game,
N*ggaz rockin it be insane,
Soon to be dead with the murder on earth,
Comin to get ya, white walls on the rims ive been comin since birth,
Those cavemen be gettin mad,
MothaFuck a Geico ad
I'm harder then a rock,
As i put on for my block,
Neva been nowhere besides da 3o5,
I aint soccer play and dive,
I'm so crazy when i hit the beats wit rhymes,
I'm kinda like a felon but had no crimes,
Sellin mothafuckas like sprite lemon-lime,
She's so hot she looks like a dime,
Higher then the mountain top,
Neva heard a beat without a drop,
Piss me off so bad make me wanna hit a cop,
I hit now im screwed now i aint gonna stop,
They charging with assault,
He put me to a halt,
With his pistol in his hand,
I got my hands and a rubberband,
He took a shot hit me twice,
Ran from seen dropped my ice,
I just bought a death sentence or life,
Now i lost a family and a wife,
Runnin down the street,
Blistas on my feet,
He coming to put me away,
But if im gone life will be grey,
He thinks im trippin,
Will if im gonna go i might as well be sippin,
So got out the Vod,
And Prayed to god,
That i wouldnt get jailed,
I want to ship myself and get mailed,
Well he got out his gun took one shot,
Now i'm done.
I'm so deep that she dug me and i dugher,
I put on for my city like Yeezy Jeezy,
But i go down the streets blasting Weezy,
I fuk like a pornstar when i ask for a rubs,
But under my toyota lay 22 dub's,
I've never been a gangbanger,
But I always got my jacket so consider me a coat hanger,
I consider company your sista and ya mama,
I'm the prez of the rap game like Barack Obama,
Imma bust ya up give ya head trauma,
Ive put up with ya shit im done with ya drama,
Rap Idol be Cory Gunz,
Machine guns cant spit as fast as he spit punz,
Fastest spitta is The Tongue Twista Twist,
Lyrics so fast he can spit 300 words as you slit ya wrist,
Got that cool yet so hot ass,
Think im rich but cant afford brass,
I share my lyrics with the world tryna make myself rich,
I keep makin paper cuz im a copy machine bitch,
Fuk with me and ill leave with more then a hundred stitch,
And FUCK YOU 50 you aint nuttin but a snitch,
I'm a pain like an itch ya cant scratch,
And im clingy like a latch,
Im easily rippin' defensivly grippin'
My pistol ya n*ggaz be trowlin and wantin
Im poppin' and lockin' and neva jocked no game,
N*ggaz rockin it be insane,
Soon to be dead with the murder on earth,
Comin to get ya, white walls on the rims ive been comin since birth,
Those cavemen be gettin mad,
MothaFuck a Geico ad
I'm harder then a rock,
As i put on for my block,
Neva been nowhere besides da 3o5,
I aint soccer play and dive,
I'm so crazy when i hit the beats wit rhymes,
I'm kinda like a felon but had no crimes,
Sellin mothafuckas like sprite lemon-lime,
She's so hot she looks like a dime,
Higher then the mountain top,
Neva heard a beat without a drop,
Piss me off so bad make me wanna hit a cop,
I hit now im screwed now i aint gonna stop,
They charging with assault,
He put me to a halt,
With his pistol in his hand,
I got my hands and a rubberband,
He took a shot hit me twice,
Ran from seen dropped my ice,
I just bought a death sentence or life,
Now i lost a family and a wife,
Runnin down the street,
Blistas on my feet,
He coming to put me away,
But if im gone life will be grey,
He thinks im trippin,
Will if im gonna go i might as well be sippin,
So got out the Vod,
And Prayed to god,
That i wouldnt get jailed,
I want to ship myself and get mailed,
Well he got out his gun took one shot,
Now i'm done.
The Game Ft. Ludacris - Ya Heard [ Mr. 32 Bars Rmx ]
You see that Toyota with the 22 dubs,
Im the realest n*gga under the sun, I feel like im on fire,
Fire wit an auto, so try me im houdini,
I'm in my lamborghini, And she feedin me lenguini,
Fitted cap too small, so it keep droppin,
That N*gga? He aint shit that i be gloccin,
And that top of the line drive, its my adrenalane,
And i be driving through the streets like my racing lane,
My chain brighter then the sun,
I be showin off like the gold fun,
In Cali, i be in compton, up and down violent street,
Blastin through tha day, Death soon gonna be under my (feet)
Kobe Vs LeBrons, Ross 'gainst fiddy,
Mariah Carey on my dick, as i stick between her tiddys,
Yeah, gettin my brain, aint got nothin on mr 32 b'z,
The way i wirte, i been makin more then 32 fuckin g'z,
Yeah im released outta pen, you should know that its me,
Turn on the radio its O.G.
Im the realest n*gga under the sun, I feel like im on fire,
Fire wit an auto, so try me im houdini,
I'm in my lamborghini, And she feedin me lenguini,
Fitted cap too small, so it keep droppin,
That N*gga? He aint shit that i be gloccin,
And that top of the line drive, its my adrenalane,
And i be driving through the streets like my racing lane,
My chain brighter then the sun,
I be showin off like the gold fun,
In Cali, i be in compton, up and down violent street,
Blastin through tha day, Death soon gonna be under my (feet)
Kobe Vs LeBrons, Ross 'gainst fiddy,
Mariah Carey on my dick, as i stick between her tiddys,
Yeah, gettin my brain, aint got nothin on mr 32 b'z,
The way i wirte, i been makin more then 32 fuckin g'z,
Yeah im released outta pen, you should know that its me,
Turn on the radio its O.G.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Mr. 32 Bars - The KING Anthem [ T.I. - What Up, Whats Happenin' Verse 1 Freestyle ]
I Say i'm real,For real mane,Still the man from Japan to the blue flame,Still hustlin money and be like SB and Turn My Swag On,I'll bet that what they say to get her on they dick, now thats jus fuckin lame,I guess they be bustin though, damn bruh thats a shame,Disgrace us G we gon' change ya last name,Now we gon' have to call ya busted brain,I write my lyrics as I write this song i always got the KING on...Ya brain fade away, as long as i hear the KING imma put on...Tell me what im gon do now, You fuck wit the king you gon get a busted brow,I aint fuck with no men...You still blowin on the dick stem...I smack her ass ...her ass shinin brighter then brass,I'mma stand and deliver I never back down!I'm a lyricist but different I aint black or brown.
This Is How I Spit [ The Game - This Is How We Do Freestyle ]
It was hard coming up in the game, with hope of blowing up and getting that fame, stacking paper, f*ckin b*itches and carrying that flame, check the flow, im hardcore, bust through your front door, carryin the four four, shove it down your throat, better yet, let me take you to the hudson and see if your body floats, My blood flows with misery and hate, dont give a fuk about your history or fate, better shut your mouth b4 its too late, or else ima have to deal wit u and serve life as an inmate
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Me, Myself & I
Well I got this new blog, so now its time for you to check another two very important things,
my youtube: XclusiveRapMuzic - http://www.youtube.com/xclusiverapmuzic
my myspace: iDJ Haze - http://www.myspace.com/thahaze09
So there are Me as this, Myself as XclusiveRapMuzic, & I as iDJ Haze.
my youtube: XclusiveRapMuzic - http://www.youtube.com/xclusiverapmuzic
my myspace: iDJ Haze - http://www.myspace.com/thahaze09
So there are Me as this, Myself as XclusiveRapMuzic, & I as iDJ Haze.
The Knockout Punch [ My Official Ross Diss ]
Ricky call himself a boss,It a insult to call someone ross,Looks like you inflated with gas,Im super like stained glass,Ya a cop and im speedin so i need a get outta jail free pass,If 50 a monkey then your a monkeys ass,Lloyd said you need a AK and a genie,A pound a wheaties,G-Unit gon blast you if 50 the shooter,Ya got titties bigger then ya girls you could work at hooters,When G-Unit end your carrer,My lyrics gonna bust ya like a driving with a beer,50 got ya girl and ya carrer in his hands,He gonna grab ya neck and squeeze ya skinny glands,50 rockin his G-Unit brand,Ya so fat you need a XXXXXL wristband,And im like snoop the man with a gun in his hand,Like an earthquake and ill make ya get out ya seat and stand,Say you got an album 'Deeper Then Rap',Bitch you as deep as a kiddie pool fulla crap,I'm like jesus i just been reborn,Ross be jackin to animal porn,Lloyd said you faker then a 4 dolla bill,You cant be a rapper without skill,Ross you aint got none,So ross youve been dissed by unit and me now im done,Dissin ross damn that fun.
Iraq Tribute
I have come far from home, to a place bitter and unknown, days are hot, nights are cold, my grip is tight on the weapon that i hold, im singing, i hate this life i live, my life is the gift i give it to you, so i rep for Red, White, And blue.
KanYe West - Heartless Beating [ Chris Brown & Rihanna Parody ]
Damn she been so, hot as a summer flame when it burns, yo/But she silent like when Chris beat Rihoh/Or Loud as the pain it hurts, oh/After the things you've put me through/After all those meetings ive been to/Hey yo, I know ive been beating you so/Hey yo, I've been quiet but now heres my fist hoe/And now you wanna put it behind ya but hell no/I got herpes and it burns like a mo-fo/You got a new friend, well i got herpes/But in the end it still so painful.
KiD CuDi - Day 'N' Night [ Verse 1 & 2 Remix ] ( No Chorus )
People been diggin this shit rite here, Ive gotten great responces from this mainly verse 1
Day And Night:Day N Nite/I write my lyricz tryin not to stress my mind, mind/I keep it real but see i dont get brain/What I need is for my shit to sell, sell/Now Look at me/Lyricz to memory keeps ramming me, me/I try to spit but im not that fast/I think im shining but im only brass, brass/
Drank petron/The lonley lyricist, mr. so slow bro/Him and his pencil cant stop the lyrical shake/Through his eyes he sees the lyrics that he wrote, wrote/My lyricz deep/Silent spittin you wont hear a beat, beat/The girl he want, wants him too/It seems what he seen wasnt close to true, true/
Day And Night:Day N Nite/I write my lyricz tryin not to stress my mind, mind/I keep it real but see i dont get brain/What I need is for my shit to sell, sell/Now Look at me/Lyricz to memory keeps ramming me, me/I try to spit but im not that fast/I think im shining but im only brass, brass/
Drank petron/The lonley lyricist, mr. so slow bro/Him and his pencil cant stop the lyrical shake/Through his eyes he sees the lyrics that he wrote, wrote/My lyricz deep/Silent spittin you wont hear a beat, beat/The girl he want, wants him too/It seems what he seen wasnt close to true, true/
Eminem - Crack A Bottle [ Verse 1 Remix Pt. 2 ]
Crack a bottle/My music like vodka it'll make ya body waddle/I cant be no Eminemabee/Matterafact my lyricz aint as hard as he/but I keep ya mouth open while I spit O.G/My lyricz are staying fly like Three 6/I count my bars go up like 4, 5, 6/I'm like a drunk I just won the lotto/I'll make ya CrackABotto (bottle)/I've spit my lines been 5 bars/Spent mosta life in cop cars/Now here is end 6 bar style. B-Money.
Eminem - Crack A Bottle [ Verse 1 Remix ]
[Verse1]So crack a bottle, watch her body twitch/Dont act like a dumb bitch/You just hit the jackpot/Bitchs hoppin in my 'tang/Got one ridin my lap and not one of them got doves/Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers/I noticed theres so many of them/and theres only one of me/Ladies love me and her pussy aint collectin dust/Its on til the break of morn/and we started this party with a bloody thorn/
Diss Life [ 32 Bar Freestyle ]
100 bars livin like stars/Be like game drivin fancy cars/My life be rough/Never been tough/Til those silly niggaz came out the buff/But they think they've done everything and seen stuff/Let me be blunt/Like a baseball bat/Imma do baseball and bunt/Your head/leave you for dead/Truely been said/Imma lay you 6 feet under ya bed/Let the blood color bleed/Red/This is gonna be longer then Officer ricky's funeral/End you like the show My name is Earl/And they call me the copy machine becuz i keep paper/and its so gangsta the way tha funds stack up/I spend it get low and always come back up/I'd be like young jeezy/but i'd end up like lil weezy/A swag jocker/Imma shove you like a freshman in your locker/I'd say the word nigger/But i aint a stock block stiger/My lyricz are hard/I aint 50 (age) but i can still call you a card/I dont rock nothing but DC/And the rap game aint shit without PimpC/and i'm like snoop Dee Oh Double G/And i could be like Ice-T/Straight up O.G./Or i could call you mike jones and be a cuddy buddy/But i aint no dudes buddy nuddy/Or i could call ya Soulja Boy/But he's just Jbars boy toy/Or i could call you Twista/But i want you to diss back not tongue split ya/My president is black/Hes even half white/so y'all hating niggaz can go bitch n fight/whine all night/But my president is black simple and so tight/I'm like a mad lib/but my lyricz are disgustin so go get a bib/You aint real/So fake that you gotta steal/My lines/While im rich eating at fine dines/I'm like charles hamilton im gonna release another dope track/So far from perfect but im so dope and im back/I got bling/So damn rich like fantastic 4 im the thing/Life is my race and i feel like im last/Think im shining but im only brass/They call me The Dream cuz i get brain/But i swear ive never made her rock her thang/Im a lyrical boxer/I can spit a punchline and knock her/Up/Close to the end of hardcore rhymes/63 lines/32 bars of krazy lazy rhymes now 64 lines/End.
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